I own nothing and only wish I did the OC is mine and you must ask permission to use her so please r&r. My muse is a psychopath. Kendra never felt so alive then when she was pumping iron, by herself, in the gym to Eminem. She was very aware of how much she was lifting and really didn't care because it was like picking up a sheet of paper and moving it up and down. She was very aware of the man who was trying to hide and watch her at the same time. She knew he'd been silently behind her all of her life and knew he only posed a minor threat if he wished to try and harm her. She sensed him wherever she went and knew he watched her eat, sleep, and work out. Her powers were so advanced that she knew every thought that entered his brain and he didn't even know it. He knew her whole life story and every time he thought about it she could feel his emotions kick into high gear. Thankfully she could tune out his emotions because she would be up the wall by all the rage he felt. She didn't mind him driving the guys away, it only saved her the trouble of having to do it herself. Her parents would have flipped if they knew this man could kill them in two seconds flat without batting an eyelash. Kendra felt sweat start to flow off her skin and realized she had been steadily been increasing the wait and was now up to 1100lbs. and she had been working for 5 hours straight with no break. She silently willed the towel off the rack and started dabbing it with her telepathic powers and pulled the iron off the bar with her magnetic powers all the while listening to Victor thinking about her in his head. She always did wonder who his master was and why he was so interested in her of all the mutants. She didn't have time to contemplate that because, to her total amazement Victor came into the gym in the open and was walking toward her.